Intrusions --

we stand about the corner store

wondering what

will come; our hearts

are out and pounding

Now; alacrity, at this, our

own invasion -- they

Come and go

They bounce off each other

like otters swimming

in an Arctic Sea -- Why

should we Scream, doubtful, amazed

at this pushing force

overcoming our Minds with

guile and hate? -- thoughts

not called for

from the bottom of our brains

seek havoc with our

ordered lives, our clay structures

demolished

and rampant with remorse --